“Uh, yeah. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know.” He took another bite of taco and watched her as he chewed.
“Owen, come on. We get, like, three to four homicide cases a year. And now we’ve got two in one week, and both were staged to look like accidents?”
He grabbed his water bottle from the cup holder and took a long sip.
“What’s that look?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Sure, the timing’s weird, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re connected.”
“It’s not just the timing.”
“What else?”
She sighed.
“Why are you all ticked off?” he asked.
“I’m not.” Did she really have to spell out the obvious? Well, it was obvious to her anyway.
But maybe she was just cranky because of everything else going on. Her ankle was killing her, for one. And she didn’t want to take any more pain meds because they made her feel spacey. Not to mention, they led her to make stupid decisions.
“Lay it out for me,” Owen said, finishing off his first taco. “Why do you think the cases are connected?”
“Couple things,” she said. At least he wanted her take, which she appreciated. “First off, Danielle co-owns the Banyan Tree downtown.”
“And?”
“And that’s where Aubrey Lambert took yoga.”
“Okay. True. But they have a lot of classes there. Macey’s been there, too. They probably have hundreds of students. More if you count the martial arts place next door.”
“Okay, well, don’t forget Cassandra Miller.”
Owen unwrapped his second taco. “What about her?”
“The woman who found the first victim just happens to teach yoga at that same location.” She stared at him, but he didn’t react. “Don’t you think that’s odd?”
“Maybe.” He took a big bite.
“Owen, come on.”
“Could be a coincidence,” he said around a mouthful of food.
“Two murder victims and a person who discovered one of the bodies, all randomly connected to the same yoga studio? That’s not a coincidence, that’s a pattern.”
“Okay, well, assuming you’re right, then what does it mean?”
She shook her head.
“I’ll admit it’s odd,” he said. “But what are you saying? Someone’s got it in for this yoga place?”
“I don’t know.”
“Or are you saying they’re connected through this Cassandra woman, who happens to work there?”
“Maybe.”